The Rich Kid

The Rich Kid

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**THE RICH KID** ‎ ‎He was born with everything. ‎ ‎A billionaire father. A legendary name. A future already written in gold. ‎ ‎But gold can't protect you from enemies who want you dead. ‎ ‎At fifteen, Caleb Chima walks away from the mansion, the privilege, and the life most people only dream about - stepping into the raw, unforgiving streets of Ijede, Lagos, with nothing but his instincts and a power hidden deep in his blood. ‎ ‎*God-level martial arts.* ‎ ‎A gift so dangerous, even his father feared what he might become. ‎ ‎Now he's a landlord in a neighbourhood that doesn't know his name yet. A student in a school full of people who will either envy him, fear him - or both. And a target for enemies powerful enough to erase entire families without leaving a trace. ‎ ‎No bodyguards. ‎ ‎No mansion walls. ‎ ‎No one to run to. ‎ ‎Just Caleb. ‎ ‎And the quiet, terrifying question that follows him everywhere - ‎ ‎**Is he strong enough to survive a world that was designed to destroy him?** ‎ ‎--- ‎ ‎*Power means nothing without control.* ‎*Wealth means nothing without freedom.* ‎*And a legacy means nothing...* ‎*If you don't live long enough to claim it.* ‎ ‎--- ‎ ‎**[THE RICH KID - COMPLETED 🔥]** ‎ ‎*Tags: #Action #BillionaireHeir #MartialArts #NigerianFiction #ComingOfAge #Survival #Lagos* ‎ ‎--- ‎ ‎
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Excerpt I got a peace offering. And Ice cream. The message popped up again. His Bhaiyu was making it hard to ignore. Darwaza khol, yaar. Mogambo uth jayenge. Ansh glared at the French windows. Even desperate his Bhaiyu would not quit the name calling. Shall I leave? Ansh did not respond. Okay! Leaving the ice-cream outside. Take it before it melts. Ansh did not respond, but his heart skipped a beat. He wanted to meet his Bhaiyu. He was even a little desperate, but he did not wish to give in so soon. So, he counted until 100 and then slowly made his way outside. Iris hopped down from the bed and followed behind him. Ansh opened the doors with a big heart only to find a basket filled with dumb yellow smile squishes and a big tub of ice-cream in between. A few CD's were tucked into the basket almost as an afterthought. The game CD's that Ansh wanted. Ansh glared at the basket. "Do minute nahi rukh saktey they kya?" He muttered under his breath. "You made me wait 17 minutes, kidoo" A voice whispered in his ears. Ansh almost screamed but Nirbhay's palm closed around his mouth before any sound could slip. Ansh's heart thudded in his chest. His Bahiyu had almost given him a heart attack. Nirabhay grabbed the basket and slipped inside with Ansh, and shut the door behind him.

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